Rewrite Your World
“You did so well!”
“Aren’t you afraid of failing?”
“That’s the wrong answer.”
“He’s been very successful.”
“You didn’t do it right.”
“She has a great career.”
“There’s not a lot of security in that.”
“Well” by what standards?
The wrong answer or just not the answer you were looking for?
Successful in what ways?
How limited is your definition of “right”?
What makes for a great career in your opinion?
What type of security?
Words are so funny.
We’ve just all come to some arbitrary consensus on what they mean it seems (connotatively, that is.)
I bet “doing well” and “being successful” have different meanings for you and me.
I bet I’m looking for a different type of security than some people.
And I’m certain what’s “right” for me isn’t “right” for you.
When you feel like failure, like you didn’t do it right, like you were totally wrong, there’s no need to beat yourself up, because you’ve written the definitions. You’ve set the standards. And if you haven’t, well, you can.
You can, at anytime, rewrite the definitions of “failure” and “success,” and it doesn’t mean you’re lowering the marks for yourself. It means you’re seeing the world as you should—in colors and shades and hues, not in black in white.
There is no such thing as failure if I have learned something.
And I’m not interested in being right or wrong, merely in being brave.
“Doing well” and “doing poorly” might as well be “doing yellow” and “doing purple.” Those things mean nothing to me, so long as I am doing.
I don’t feel a need to judge a performer, because the decision to step on stage transcends all judgement.
How different the world would be if we weren’t so obsessed with passing and failing, As and Bs, rights and wrongs, successes and failures. How differently you would love yourself if you gave credit for showing up, for effort, for swinging, instead of keeping score by a set of rules made up by someone else.
How happy I have been since I rewrote my world.